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where were you
in the corner
of this room
the silhouette
of regret it looms
feelings felt just
fade too soon
reaching for you
and i never knew
just how it felt
to hurt this bad
deep down i know
your glad & its so sad
this hollow heart
once a work of art
you can’t jumpstart
what is already falling apart
in front of me i couldn’t see
all of the deceit
the heart on my sleeve
blinded me so innocently
sword of deceit unsheathes
gently grazed upon my cheek
before piercing me
in the chest repeatedly
all i do is toss & turn
instead of sleep
because these tainted memories
just keep haunting me
the way they cast
the stones of regret
can’t contain
the emptiness
hard to explain
just how it felt
a wart a welt
feeling it swell
until everything
that made me myself
started to dispel
visibly now
an empty shell
an unworthy story
that nobody
will ever tell
before i bid
this life adieu
all i’m able to do
is wonder
where were you
of this room
the silhouette
of regret it looms
feelings felt just
fade too soon
reaching for you
and i never knew
just how it felt
to hurt this bad
deep down i know
your glad & its so sad
this hollow heart
once a work of art
you can’t jumpstart
what is already falling apart
in front of me i couldn’t see
all of the deceit
the heart on my sleeve
blinded me so innocently
sword of deceit unsheathes
gently grazed upon my cheek
before piercing me
in the chest repeatedly
all i do is toss & turn
instead of sleep
because these tainted memories
just keep haunting me
the way they cast
the stones of regret
can’t contain
the emptiness
hard to explain
just how it felt
a wart a welt
feeling it swell
until everything
that made me myself
started to dispel
visibly now
an empty shell
an unworthy story
that nobody
will ever tell
before i bid
this life adieu
all i’m able to do
is wonder
where were you
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